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Each year, millions of pigs are kept constantly confined by U.S. animal
agribusiness. In the wild, pigs root the earth, cool themselves in mud
baths, and walk for miles sniffing for food or exploring their surroundings.
On factory farms, they’re unable to do much of what is natural to them
and are treated as though they are unfeeling, meat-producing or piglet-making
machines.

Pregnant sows are kept in gestation crates so small they can’t
even turn around. |
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Sows (female pigs) suffer through constant cycles of pregnancy and nursing,
in metal stalls so small the animals can’t even turn around or lie down
comfortably during their entire four-month pregnancies.

After giving birth, sows are confined in severely restrictive
farrowing crates. |
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Piglets not used as “breeders” suffer mutilations just as chickens and
turkeys do. Confinement in fattening pens—concrete cells housing several
pigs—and the unnatural conditions inherent in factory farming result in
frustration, boredom, and aggression such as tail biting and fighting.
The industry’s response is not to make conditions less inhumane. Instead,
factory farmers cut off the tails of baby piglets, punch bits out of
their ears, cut off the ends of some of their teeth, and rip out the males’
testicles—excruciating procedures performed without painkillers.

At slaughter, pigs are hung upside down and have their throats
slit. |
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The slaughter of pigs can be horrific. While they are supposed to be
stunned before being killed, the procedure is often rushed and imprecise.
As a result, pigs are commonly still conscious as workers hang them upside
down, slit their throats, cut off their limbs, and rip their skin from
their bodies
“The
struggle [for animal liberation] is a struggle as important
as any of the moral and social issues that have been fought
over in recent years.”
— Professor Peter Singer, philosopher |
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Meet Larry
Larry
was rescued and taken to an animal sanctuary, his life spared
while his mother’s was taken. Too young to take care of himself,
he slept snuggled next to a Piglet doll.
Now, Larry lives with other rescued pigs and naps in cool
mud baths, roots through the soil, and takes leisurely strolls.
Rub his belly—just for a minute—and you’ve got a friend for
life!
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